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A PrayerI am falling faster than I can pray.
Have I fallen into a snare, and become prey?
My predator has a face familiar, a touch soothing.
My God has gotten so distant so distant from me,
His voice my longing.
O You cannot be replaced by hugs and kisses,
The pleasure is my pain, my soul yells and my heart burns.
Darkness manifest itself, with a sting and burn on my flesh.
My eyes shine black, showcasing a heart of broken glass.
When will I stand, when will I stand
Tired of myself, tired of my deception?
When will I stand, when will I turn
When will I return to my Father's house?
When will I let Him wash the pig shit away,
Clean my filth, and clothe me afresh?
Will I just abide in this filth, in this dark town?
O how aware I have been made, of this shitty place,
What can I do?
No matter how tired I am of it, I cannot walk away from it.
No matter what I say, its grip never seems to be loosed.
O God, who can be saved, but those who wait?
Who can be saved, but those who cry for You?
The broken h
To Have, but Not PossessThough God may have promised
though I may have seen visions
until I release
I will never have.
Until my definition of have
is void of possess
I will never reach.
And even if I came to have
and had yet to release
I would not be able to enjoy
as I would, if I loss
the thought of possession.
Remembering DawnThe Darkness surrounds me
It beckons me
Trying to get me to surrender
To open my gates
For defeat me
But besiege me
It cannot take
But I can give
The Darkness surrounds me
With a mighty shout
A wave of terror
Came across the void
The King reassures
Take this city"
He sends His message
"I will come
To your rescue
The void beckons again
The war cry comes forth
Across the abyss
Comes fear again
The Darkness surrounds me
I hear Its shout
Such darkness before me
Where is the light
Another message comes
From the King
"I see your fear
I see your doubt
I am not far
Stay strong child
Remember the darkness
From which I saved you
The Darkness cannot
Unless you surrender
I am not far off
I will save you"
The Darkness surrounds me
But I will remember
The life of surrender
To the Darkness
From which the King
I will remember
Check Your HeadEmotional me? Emotional you!
Until I talk To you
We argue, we Fight
They were right
After all, I am no good
You cant make up
Say this, say that
Nothing gets done
You cry, you smile, you argue
What is wrong
With me? With you!
Why did we do this?
I am no good
That's what they Say
The need to ExpressFail fail fail
Fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
burn me down
rip me up
Cure My ProblemsBring me up. from the floor.
I lay there, stuck in bore
Join me, on this door.
Swing back and fore
The floor a door now world
We hug we curl we adore
In secret we hide the more
Lust for love, metamorph
Change into flirts and dwarfs
Take no action but wait for
The world, a floor a door.
Bodies pressed together
close as i can get to her
A simple hug, a Cure
A simple drug, from her.
Reunited (Sirius BlackXReader)
It had been a regular evening for you sitting in your home at Spinners end until Remus appeared in your fireplace causing you to let out a shriek.
"Relax it's just me" Remus chuckled dusting himself down before walking over to you.
"What possessed you to floo here?!" You asked confused while hearing your heart beating erratically.
"Dumbledore restarted the Order he sent me to collect you" Remus explained.
"And you couldn't have owled?" You glared at him.
"I could have but where's the fun in that?" Remus replied. You shot him another glare and agreed to go with him. You packed a bag when Remus told you, you would be staying at the order hesdquarters and went back out to him. He held out his hand for you to take and when you took it he apparated you to Grimmauld place.
"A little warning next time you asshole!" You groaned picking yourself up from the floor.
"Hehe my bad (Y/n) now come on there's someone who's dying to see you" Remus laughed making everyone in the kitchen shut
Date? (Young!Sirius BlackXReader)The day started out normal for you. Wake up, go to breakfast with Xeno, go to class, do whatever in your free time, go back to class, go to dinner, do homework, go to bed. Until today. You were walking to charms with Xeno as normal with Sirius Black the school manwhore and one of the Marauders stopped you.
"Hi" He grinned flirtily.
"Umm hi?" You replied glancing at Xeno who was looking at a butterfly that landed on his hand.
"Your (Y/n) right?" Sirius asked leaning against a statue.
"Yeah" You nodded.
"Well (Y/n) I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of coming to Hogsmead with me this weekend?" Sirius proposed still grinning.
"I'd love to but I'd rather not be one of your hook ups" You shook your head.
"Come on one date!" Sirius whined.
"No.....besides I have a date" You lied.
"Who? Loony Lovegood?" Sirius pointed to Xeno who was still intrigued by the butterfly.
"His name is Xeno and no it's not with him" You replied.
"Who then?" Sirius asked curiously.
"......Regulus asked me" You
I, ResurrectedYou make a point of turning your back on him as you dig. Albert moans lightly, but, except for increasing the ferocity of your digging, you don't respond. There's no going back now. You've returned your library books, the shopping's done, and all that's left is to bury Albert and you'll be back on top of things.
The trouble is, Albert really doesn't seem to want to stay buried. This is, after all, the sixth attempt so far, and he just keeps turning back up and knocking on the door. It's getting ridiculous, to be honest. The yard is riddled with makeshift graves, and the stake you tried to send through his heart is discarded by the last one. His heart, impossibly enough, is still attached.
Albert moans again and when you look up, you see the dog licking his mouth. "Mr Tickles," you admonish, "come away from him!" The dog whines up at you. "Oh, come here, you stupid mutt." You pat him twice and send him home to the lady next door. He's probably been responsible for several of Albert's gr
Fresh HellShe missed the first sign that something wasn't right, and the second flashed past so quickly she mistook it for a misunderstanding. By the third sign it was getting a little more obvious, but still not enough to spark her curiosity.
The fourth sign, the one that should really have made her realise she wasn't alone, was the lovely scent of vanilla. She'd set her air freshener in the kitchen deliberately - it was one of those "spray when someone enters the room" types, and she'd left it focused on the door. She, meanwhile, was in the bedroom when the scent wafted around her. She put it down to lingering scent from an earlier spray.
The fifth sign occured late at night. She slept through it.
And so it continued, sign after sign of another presence in her house being ignored, misconstrued or simply unnoticed. She remained blissfully unaware and he, for his part, made good use of her ignorance. He had come from rags to riches, Hell to Heaven, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Forbidden love (Lucius MalfoyXReader) part 5You currently sat by Black lake your mind replaying what happened since before and during Christmas.
Remus stood in fun of you in his dorm holding your hands looking nervous.
"There's......something I need to tell you" He started.
"Your gay?" You guessed.
"What?! No I'm not gay!" Remus shrieked.
"What I'm about to tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone not even James or Sirius" Remus said almost pleadingly.
"Ok" You nodded starting to feel nervous now.
"(Y/n)......Im.......... A werewolf" Remus whispered looking at the floor.
"A werewolf?" You asked after a few seconds. Remus nodded and you sighed in relief making him confused.
"Merlin I thought you were dying or something!" You said making Remus look at you confused.
"What?....Your not scared?" Remus asked confused.
"Remus I've had my suspicions for a while the way you always disappear on the full moon, your scars the way you tensed up when I asked could you help me with our essays we had to do on
It's Always Blackest Before the ThroneCurriculum Vitae
Snake Cult Leader
General in the Legions of Shagamemnon
Reason Left Last Job:
Green, three-boobed alien women wanting to be taught the Earth-concept of love.
Has own armour (black leather with spikes).
Interviewer’s notes: This guy seems perfect!
I realise there is no way for me to get this letter to you but I feel in need of a sympathetic ear at the moment.
Things haven’t been going too well. I thought the dungeon was the way to go in order to gain power and riches but people somehow completely misinterpreted the whips and chains. Thought it was a place offering… erotic satisfaction. It all made me terribly uncomfortable.
So I gave up and swapped genres from Fantasy to Sci-Fi. But things didn’t improve and now I appear to have ended up in Gritty Realism. I’ve managed to get a minimum w
Black Throne White Noise “Another mead.”
The barmaid slid the mug across the bar, watching in fascination as the leather-clad patron tipped his head back, angled the drink over the slotted faceplate of his helmet, and poured. It wasn’t exactly neat, but the chugging noises suggested that it was at least effective, and that was something.
“Hey, honey,” said the regular with the ample bosom and prominent Adam’s apple. “That’s quite a talent you’ve got there. And I like your style. Want to make me scream like a baby?”
“No.” He set the mug down and sighed.
There was a pause. The barmaid dunked a dirty glass into a bucket of water.
“This is really going to bother me if I don’t ask...are you a man or a woman?”
“Honey,” said the regular, “I can b
A Walk around the Writer's BlockIt's not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day I turned down a different road.
The twisted black shadows of trees played like lattice work on the cobblestone floor. I didn’t bother looking back to see the other path; I was all too familiar with it already.
Besides, it lead to a house full of blank white pages and crumpled quill pens.
I didn’t want to deal with that right now. The whiteness reminded me of a gleaming teeth, faintly yellowed, juxtaposed next to black ink.
The ink were hollow, staring eye sockets, I imagined.
I shuddered at the thought.
The shadows playing on the ground suddenly struck me similar to a rib cage, but what did the coiling black bones protect?
A twinkling laugh, like the sparkling of stars made my vision rise from the ground. A lovely woman, dressed in a cream colored frock waved her greeting to me.
I felt myself turn rosy and gave her my greetings. She went on her way, doing her best not to laugh.
I couldn’t blame her.
Some Manner of Shocking TwistDear Miss MacAbre,
I have a somewhat embarrassing problem. As a recently deceased usurper of the throne, I’m having some difficulty adjusting to the afterlife. I understand that’s totally normal, and I’ve been very impressed by the advice on offer. The leaflet I was given upon arrival—So You’ve Been Besieged by an Army of Guys Dressed Like Trees and Your C-section Rival Lopped Your Head Off—was both helpful and unnervingly specific. I’ve taken everything it says on board and, though it’s hardly smooth sailing, I feel that I’m making good progress. My wife, who died shortly before me, seems to have acclimatised much more quickly and has already succeeded in gaining employment with a local magazine.
My real problem is that while I am content to slowly adjust to life after death, my wife is pressuring me to commit regicide once again. This causes no end of worry, as not only did it not work out so well for me last
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: And the food!
Phil: I told you, a bear stole the food!
Carl: Yeah! A bear stole our food, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!
Phil: NO! We were in a forest!
Carl: We were never in a forest!
Phil: Yes, we were!
Carl: When in the last week, no EVER, has there been a forest in the desert?
Phil: You calling me a liar!?
Carl: Yes! I am calling you a liar!
Twig: Guys! Guys!
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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